“The truth shall set you free, but first it will make you miserable.”~James A. Garfield.
The truth is something that you cannot necessarily see, feel, hear, touch, or smell, yet it is a life force to be reckoned with and vital to one’s existence and survival. Much like our quest for love, we constantly seek out the truth, in ourselves, in others, in our religion, in our politics, in the world around us, and everywhere we go and with everyone we encounter. There are thousands, if not millions, or references to the truth in art, literature, music, history, cinema, and religion, and it is something most people value and demonstrate in their words, actions, and beliefs. That said, I believe that Jack Nicholson’s character in the film, “A Few Good Men”, got it right when he bellowed, “You can’t handle the truth”, as the truth can be quite harsh indeed.
Some people use the truth as a weapon to hurt others, and others use it sparingly or partially, too afraid to commit to it fully. Still others avoid the truth at all costs, too afraid to speak it, live it, or act upon it, in the hopes that someone else will either do it for them or that circumstances will not necessitate the need to be truthful. You can manipulate, avoid, and deny the truth for awhile, sometimes for a very long while, but in the end, it always seems to come out somehow. When the truth is revealed, the results can be freeing, devastating, or a hybrid of both, and once it comes out, there is no taking it back. So, proceed with caution.
While I like to think of myself as a person who speaks and lives the truth, or at least speaks and lives my truth, as the truth definitely is subjective, I sometimes can be as intentionally and unintentionally dishonest as the next person. I also have a knack for denying the truth before me in certain situations. I do not make it a practice of being dishonest, nor do I like being lied to by others, yet it is easy to trade the truth in for lies. Sometimes, my head and my heart are not on the same page together, and I naively will allow my feelings to override any logic or reasoning. I genuinely believe that I am acting on faith and following my heart, but as the evidence mounts proving that my intuition is not correct, I will stubbornly dig my heels in, clinging to impossible hopes and dreams like a drowning person clinging to a sinking piece of drift wood trying to stay afloat. It is amazing what lies become truths when you want to believe something badly enough. This charade works for a while, giving credence to the expression that ignorance is bliss, but when the truth no longer can be denied, you may find yourself left with the truth and not much more.
Today is one of those days when the undeniable truth is staring me in the face, forcing my heart to surrender to my head at last. Logically, I know in the long run it is better to know the truth, as living a lie is costly on every level, but reasoning with my heart is an ongoing, seemingly losing, battle, for to know the truth is one thing, to accept it is an entirely different matter altogether.
That’s another story . . .
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